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 East Timor and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Monks to the grime 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
ABBA,
Brick,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.