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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
The Count Five,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.