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 Sweden and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Nirvana to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
The Remains,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
the Swans,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry's Kids,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.