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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tremeloes 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
Television,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
UT,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.