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 Marshall Islands 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Modern Lovers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
Deakin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Das Ding,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.