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 Burkina and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Swans to the rock 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
Brass Construction,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
Lyres,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.