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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 David Axelrod to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magma,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lower 48,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
New Order,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
X-101,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
John Cale,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.