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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Lou Christie,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
Lower 48,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.