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 Benin and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide 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?
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
The Walker Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
Shoche,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
Nico,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
June Days,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.