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 Chile and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Country Teasers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
The Residents,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.