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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 The Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
Crime,
Altered Images,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
Visage,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Q65,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Nirvana,
Wings,
Organ,
Scion,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.