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 Russia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Sheep to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
PIL,
This Heat,
Deakin,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.