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 Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bob Dylan to the techno 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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.