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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minor Threat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
The Smiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.