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 Japan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Beau Brummels to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
The J.B.'s,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
Liliput,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
MC5,
The Star Department,
CMW,
The Motions,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Parrish,
Lalann,
MDC,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.