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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 grunge 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
Motorama,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.