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 India and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Görl to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.