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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zeros to the disco 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
Agent Orange,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.