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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Popol Vuh to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
10cc,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.