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 Colombia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Cameo,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Visage,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Moon,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.