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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Darondo to the punk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
Audionom,
Lyres,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
Skriet,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.