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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Anthony Braxton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
Pierre Henry,
Blossom Toes,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mummies,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.