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 Zimbabwe 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Brick,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
Deepchord,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
Inner City,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.