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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Skriet,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ice-T,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.