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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Wings to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Skaos,
Erasure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
H. Thieme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
Mo-Dettes,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.