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 Tanzania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David Bowie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Copeland,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.