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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Toni Rubio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
Blancmange,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Skaos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
cv313,
Crime,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.