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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moleskins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxette,
Lalann,
Franke,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
the Swans,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
The Neon Judgement,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
Television,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.