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 Cameroon and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Stiv Bators to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.