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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Sällskapet to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Nico,
The Selecter,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
New Age Steppers,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
The Moleskins,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.