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 Libya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Vainqueur to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
Morten Harket,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.