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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June of 44 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.