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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Al Stewart to the rap 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Can,
Lungfish,
Arthur Verocai,
Magma,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
Boz Scaggs,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.