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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oblivians to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
Slave,
Quantec,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erasure,
The Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
Mars,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
Trumans Water,
The Angels of Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
Liliput,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.