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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Glenn Branca to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
UT,
the Normal,
Cybotron,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association,
Lyres,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.