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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
DJ Style,
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.