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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Five Americans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
Brick,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.