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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Doobie Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
Lou Christie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.