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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bob Dylan to the rock 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
Albert Ayler,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.