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 Romania and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 the Swans to the techno 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
JFA,
Nirvana,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
CMW,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.