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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
Audionom,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
Quantec,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
Mars,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
Outsiders,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.