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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gichy Dan to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.