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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Lynne,
Monks,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
The Moleskins,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.