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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
Radiohead,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
Can,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
UT,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.