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 Lithuania and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joey Negro to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
Cluster,
Steve Hackett,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
This Heat,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Dead Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.