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 Singapore and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Monks to the grunge 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
Technova,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
Sandy B,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Soft Machine,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.