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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 The Fall to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
Swans,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.