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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 The Invisible to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.