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 Japan and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Heaven 17 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
The Invisible,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Simply Red,
Urselle,
Magazine,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Franke,
Jandek,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Wire,
The Standells,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.