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 Mexico and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Searchers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
Skarface,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
This Heat,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.