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 Armenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q65,
Monks,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
Goldenarms,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.