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 Belgium and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
Boredoms,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Index,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Clarke,
Symarip,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
DNA,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visage,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.