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 Benin and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gun Club to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Godley & Creme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
Wings,
The Toasters,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.