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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
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 mellotron 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 Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
T.S.O.L.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
Subhumans,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
Au Pairs,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.