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 Bangladesh 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tim Buckley to the funk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Liliput,
The Cure,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
Radiohead,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
June of 44,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.