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 Portugal and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Young Rascals to the jazz 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
Hashim,
Ossler,
Erasure,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
New Order,
Symarip,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.