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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
X-102,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.