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 San Marino and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
Interpol,
UT,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
New Order,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.