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 Nigeria and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monks to the dance 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
Derrick Morgan,
OOIOO,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
Scientists,
Ronan,
the Germs,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.