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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
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 Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lindisfarne to the funk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
The Vogues,
CMW,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
Agent Orange,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.