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 Moldova and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 DJ Sneak to the funk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Near,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Idris Muhammad,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
Magazine,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
Wings,
Cluster,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.