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 Togo and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Severed Heads to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Ice-T,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June of 44,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.