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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
Skriet,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.