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 Comoros 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 The Fall 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
ABC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.