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 Pakistan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Crime to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
UT,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.