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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Fuzztones to the jazz 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
X-102,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
Monolake,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.