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 Qatar and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minor Threat to the rock 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Make Up,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
Siglo XX,
Goldenarms,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.