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 Armenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
Public Enemy,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
Index,
The Gories,
Colin Newman,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.