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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Edmonton and Portland.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
JFA,
cv313,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
Q65,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
Boredoms,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.