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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Mark Hollis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
Neu!,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Organ,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.