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 Oman and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiohead 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Vogues,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.