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 Syria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monks to the grime 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
John Lydon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Dark Day,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.