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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grunge 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Theoretical Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
Sparks,
Pylon,
Alphaville,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kurtis Blow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
Ten City,
Television,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.