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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
FM Einheit,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.