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 Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
MDC,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
Yaz,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.