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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
Magazine,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.