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 Georgia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Bauhaus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Crime,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.