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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose 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?
The Associates,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Jandek,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.