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 Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swans,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.