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 Japan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Eurythmics to the disco 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
Sixth Finger,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.