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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans to the techno 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
Main Source,
The Slits,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
MDC,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Slave,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.