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 Eritrea and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Albert Ayler to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
The Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
X-102,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.