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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Juan Atkins to the dance 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.