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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Swell Maps to the rock 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
Buzzcocks,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.