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 Russia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 The Velvet Underground to the grunge 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.