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 Madagascar and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
Ludus,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.