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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
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 Toronto and Philadelphia.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
Niagra,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
Roxette,
Television,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.