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 Burkina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Television,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.