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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nirvana to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
Altered Images,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.