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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Bush Tetras 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
Animal Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Sheep,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and 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.