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 Croatia and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin 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 Chrome to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Little Man,
UT,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
Can,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.