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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 H. Thieme to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
CMW,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
Neil Young,
Trumans Water,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.