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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Neu! to the crunk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.