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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Basic Channel to the punk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
Franke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
Television,
John Foxx,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Liliput,
X-101,
Inner City,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quantec,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.