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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Fraelich,
Reagan Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
Chrome,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.