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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive 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?
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
Chris Corsano,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
Von Mondo,
Flipper,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.