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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet,
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
Section 25,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.