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 Moldova and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins 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?
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
Pole,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
Skarface,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.