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 Oman and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Names,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
Radiohead,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.