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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Byron Stingily to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
The Invisible,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Christie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.