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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Vogues to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Television,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
Nas,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.