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 Pakistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.