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 Thailand and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Sneak,
Supertramp,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
JFA,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.