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 Israel and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gories to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
Monolake,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
The Barracudas,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
Scion,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
Swans,
The Gories,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.