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 Colombia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
Smog,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.