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 Morocco and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
The Techniques,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
Scrapy,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.