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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unwound to the grime 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
Gang Green,
Monks,
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
Babytalk,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
John Foxx,
The Index,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.