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 Benin and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cluster,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.