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 Botswana 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Skatalites to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bush Tetras,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
The United States of America,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.