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 Finland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
Chrome,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
Bluetip,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
UT,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.