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 Sweden and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 The Count Five to the punk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.