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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Faust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
ABC,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
The Index,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ponytail,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.