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 Greece and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Standells to the dance 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Monks,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Whodini,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
Minny Pops,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.