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 Malta and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
Darondo,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.