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 Slovakia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
Deakin,
Quantec,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.