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 France and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Brand Nubian to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
DNA,
Swans,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.