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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the funk 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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Swans,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.