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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.