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 Georgia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Supertramp to the rock 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
Nico,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.