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 San Marino and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moleskins to the jazz 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
Tears for Fears,
Hashim,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.