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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker to the crunk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
Negative Approach,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
Wings,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
Ultravox,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.