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 Iceland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.