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 Albania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Sonics to the punk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
Aaron Thompson,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
The Names,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
Anakelly,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Mars,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.