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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
June Days,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
Dorothy Ashby,
La Düsseldorf,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
Kurtis Blow,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
Fela Kuti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Organ,
Outsiders,
Crime,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chrome,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.