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 Angola and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eden Ahbez to the disco 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Nico,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Womack,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Can,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.