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 Iraq and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 The Gladiators to the electroclash 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
Little Man,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.