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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Average White Band,
Can,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
Erasure,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.