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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Robert Wyatt to the jazz 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slits,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
AZ,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
Niagra,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.