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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 The Dirtbombs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
Q65,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.