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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 cv313 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
Laurel Aitken,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Barrington Levy,
Slick Rick,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
Gichy Dan,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Wings,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
The Human League,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.