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 Madagascar and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Babytalk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Searchers,
Yaz,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.