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 Kosovo and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Oneida,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Sexual Harrassment,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.