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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Residents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead,
Mars,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
Echospace,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.