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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
Bluetip,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
MDC,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.