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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Ronan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
Lalann,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
The Vogues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.