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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
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 oboe 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 June Days to the rap 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
OOIOO,
Half Japanese,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
The Slackers,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
The Sonics,
Magma,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.