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 Sierra Leone 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agent Orange to the techno 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gories,
The Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Wings,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.