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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Loose Ends to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
Icehouse,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
Faraquet,
Smog,
The Standells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
cv313,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer,
The Move,
Minor Threat,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.