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 Andorra and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brick to the disco 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Jandek,
The Victims,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.