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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Pole to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
Buzzcocks,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
Sparks,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.