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 Panama and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Anakelly to the rock 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Stooges,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.