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 Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding,
Wings,
Little Man,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.