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 Oman and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camberwell Now to the punk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
KRS-One,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
The Trojans,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
The Slits,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.