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 Zambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Amazonics to the grunge 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
This Heat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants,
Japan,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
Anthony Braxton,
the Association,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.