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 Algeria and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 ABC to the crunk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
Davy DMX,
10cc,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
The Martian,
Ludus,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
FM Einheit,
Magazine,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
AZ,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.