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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Velvet Underground to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
Panda Bear,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.