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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stereo Dub to the funk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Organ,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yaz,
Mantronix,
Magma,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
Q65,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.