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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unwound 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Echospace,
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
Faust,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.