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 Israel and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
Visage,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.