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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fear to the techno 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
MC5,
The Human League,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
Wire,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Order,
Hoover,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.