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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 X-102 to the rock 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
Can,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.