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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Residents to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
Junior Murvin,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Scion,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.