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 Belgium and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow 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 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 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 The Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
MDC,
The Gories,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.