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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
Amazonics,
the Normal,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
Lightning Bolt,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.