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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5,
Aswad,
Smog,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.