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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric B and Rakim,
UT,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.