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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Althea and Donna,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Bauhaus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
CMW,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.