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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
CMW,
Kayak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
Jandek,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Bourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cowsills,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.