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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 grime 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Deadbeat 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?
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.