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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques,
Flipper,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.