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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gun Club to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
June Days,
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
Symarip,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.