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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Slits to the electroclash 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Interpol,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
The Human League,
Boredoms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.