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 Mongolia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Pantytec to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
Faust,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
The Sound,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Jandek,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.