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 Philippines and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.