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 Israel and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
Model 500,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.