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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Monolake to the techno 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
the Normal,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Ludus,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.