Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Botswana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sandy B to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
Brick,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.