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 Honduras and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Silicon Teens to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Section 25,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
Faust,
June Days,
Unwound,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
Symarip,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Terry,
Can,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.