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 Brunei and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Saints to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
CMW,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.