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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 John Coltrane to the dance 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.