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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Suburban Knight 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gong,
The Five Americans,
The Dead C,
Funkadelic,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.