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 France and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Slits to the jazz 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fear,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Darondo,
Pylon,
The Sound,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.