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 Singapore and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Boredoms,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
Tom Boy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.