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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover 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?
Interpol,
Yellowson,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
D'Angelo,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
The Count Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.