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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
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 Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Roy Ayers 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
The Residents,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.