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 Turkey and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Doors to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
Urselle,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
Unwound,
Brick,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.