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 Spain and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.