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 Ukraine and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
Sound Behaviour,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
Brick,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
Fela Kuti,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
David Bowie,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.