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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
Q65,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
K-Klass,
Brick,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.