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 Zambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
Pole,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
The Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.