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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
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 Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lee Hazlewood to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
Boz Scaggs,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gong,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
The Monks,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.