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 Luxembourg 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.