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 Kuwait 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Procol Harum to the rock 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
The Busters,
The Fall,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
Dark Day,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
Sällskapet,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.