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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
AZ,
Rapeman,
The Martian,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.