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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.