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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
Organ,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.