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 Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar 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 Yazoo to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Crash Course in Science,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.