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 Hungary and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sandy B to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
Lower 48,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
The Doors,
Skarface,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
Model 500,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.