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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 John Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
Lalo Schifrin,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.