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 Comoros and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.