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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Anakelly 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
Roxy Music,
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
New Order,
Yellowson,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
Porter Ricks,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
UT,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
The Litter,
Pylon,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
Reuben Wilson,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.