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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fall,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.