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 France and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez 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 Television Personalities to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
Oneida,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.