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 Hungary and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
JFA,
The Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.