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 Bulgaria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
Moby Grape,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Q65,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.