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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Andrew Hill to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
cv313,
Shoche,
Wire,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
Technova,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
New Order,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
Q65,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.