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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Selecter,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
The Doors,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
ABC,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.