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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 China Crisis to the rock 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
Scion,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.