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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
Cameo,
K-Klass,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.