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 Palau and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
Television,
Scientists,
a-ha,
Cluster,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
Talk Talk,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dead Boys,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.