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 Paraguay 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Patti Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
PIL,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mummies,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
The Residents,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.