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 United Kingdom and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
Wasted Youth,
Ronan,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.