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 Mexico and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Talk Talk to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
Unrelated Segments,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.