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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Slave to the electroclash 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Vogues,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.