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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alarm Clocks to the jazz 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Can,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-101,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.