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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Cramps to the electroclash 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Gong,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
a-ha,
Skarface,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
the Soft Cell,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.