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 Senegal and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the electroclash 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Mars,
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
Adolescents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.