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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
The Wake,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
a-ha,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
John Cale,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.