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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Clear Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
Television,
Nirvana,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
Matthew Halsall,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Youth Brigade,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.