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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Roxette to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Fear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.