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 Honduras and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Victims to the techno 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
Fela Kuti,
John Foxx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.