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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Kayak,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
the Association,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet,
Nas,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.