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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Maurizio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.