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 Chile and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Toasters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
The Move,
Scion,
Mr. Review,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.