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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Barry Ungar to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
Nas,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
DNA,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.