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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q65,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
Japan,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.