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 Belize and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Interpol to the crunk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
Can,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.