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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Saccharine Trust to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
UT,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Index,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.