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 Libya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Trojans to the grime 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.