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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Heaven 17 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.