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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Move to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
The Gap Band,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Magma,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.