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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Deadbeat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
The Gap Band,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
Brick,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.