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 Fiji and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 The Birthday Party to the grunge 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monks,
Nas,
Rufus Thomas,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.