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 Egypt and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Trumans Water to the dance 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
the Human League,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.