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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Walker Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
ABC,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.