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 Malta and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.