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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
Talk Talk,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Ken Boothe,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
Chrome,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.