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 Niger and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 John Lydon 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harmonia,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.