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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
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 arpeggiator 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 Neil Young to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
Faust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
Whodini,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.