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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sixth Finger to the techno 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
Roxette,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.