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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Alarm Clocks to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
The Motions,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
Monks,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nils Olav,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.