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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terry Callier to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
Jacob Miller,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
Accadde A,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.