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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chrome to the crunk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
Black Moon,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.