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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
Smog,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter,
June of 44,
Excepter,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
10cc,
The Martian,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
Steve Hackett,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.