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 Thailand and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
The Cure,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.