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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
the Human League,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
Nico,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.