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 Mali and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.