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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
Hardrive,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
JFA,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.