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 Suriname and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
June Days,
The Trojans,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
Ronan,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.