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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Velvet Underground to the techno 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Stooges,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
The Fuzztones,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.