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 Nauru and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
the Association,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Lindisfarne,
Alison Limerick,
Radiohead,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
PIL,
Amon Düül,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.