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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
Susan Cadogan,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
The Human League,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.