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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 The Moleskins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.