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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans,
Scion,
Flipper,
Audionom,
Magma,
Alphaville,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
Q65,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
Liliput,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.