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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Boz Scaggs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
Monks,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.