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 Israel 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Excepter to the punk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
In Retrospect,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.