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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultravox,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
June Days,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
Altered Images,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.