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 Honduras 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
Zapp,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.