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 Libya and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.