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 Ghana and from Spokane.
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 Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Connie Case to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
The Invisible,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.