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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Trux to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Lalann,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
China Crisis,
Easy Going,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
Liliput,
John Holt,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
The Index,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.