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 Senegal and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 The Beau Brummels to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.