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 Canada and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA,
Gong,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
Slick Rick,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
UT,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.