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 Monaco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
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 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 Quantec to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
Visage,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Liliput,
The Saints,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.