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 Poland and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Fat Boys to the rap 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle 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?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
Ossler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.