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 Oman and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Vainqueur to the crunk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
ABC,
Deepchord,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
Gong,
Siglo XX,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.