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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
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 harpsichord 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 Sound Behaviour to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
The Monks,
the Normal,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
cv313,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
Lucky Dragons,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.