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 Monaco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flipper,
Lyres,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Simply Red,
Wings,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.