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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lindisfarne to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
Jandek,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cymande,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Wings,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.