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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minor Threat,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Saints,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.