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 Iceland and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
JFA,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.