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 India and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mad Mike to the grunge 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.