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 Iraq and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Cal Tjader to the rap 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
EPMD,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
Slave,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
Symarip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.