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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ultravox to the disco 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions 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?
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Index,
The Index,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.