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 Somalia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Byron Stingily to the electroclash 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Tremeloes,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
Marcia Griffiths,
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.