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 Somalia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.