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 Ghana 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television to the grime 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Crime,
EPMD,
Slave,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Normal,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.