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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Metal Thangz,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
Man Eating Sloth,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
Bad Manners,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Moebius,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.