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 Portugal and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
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 marimba 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 Glambeats Corp. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.