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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
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 Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Oneida,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
Faust,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.