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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Deepchord to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.