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 Suriname and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 The Litter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
Pulsallama,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Whodini,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.