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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Shadows of Knight to the disco 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s 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 DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.