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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Five Americans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
the Soft Cell,
Index,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Visage,
Maurizio,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.