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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 The Golliwogs to the funk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
Ultravox,
Fear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.