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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
Vladislav Delay,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
Bronski Beat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
AZ,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.