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 Estonia 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Crime,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
the Bar-Kays,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.