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 Mexico and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 John Lydon to the rock 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Wings,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Howard Jones,
Index,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.