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 Ireland 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fuzztones to the techno 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
Television,
Can,
Technova,
Ponytail,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.