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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 China Crisis to the punk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
Aaron Thompson,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
Gong,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.