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 Finland and from London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
The Standells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Franke,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
Nas,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
Gang Green,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxy Music,
Alphaville,
New York Dolls,
Television,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
John Foxx,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.