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 Thailand 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
Accadde A,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.