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 Zambia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
Lyres,
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
The Leaves,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.