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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Ultravox to the disco 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
Soul II Soul,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.