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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mr. Review to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
The American Breed,
The Motions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
The Slits,
EPMD,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.