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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grunge 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
The Move,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Slave,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Lakeside,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.