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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Model 500 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June of 44,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
Neu!,
JFA,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
The Fugs,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.