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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Human League,
The Move,
Organ,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
Simply Red,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.