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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 The Invisible to the rock 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Japan,
Unwound,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton,
Godley & Creme,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Supertramp,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
Nico,
Television,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
Slave,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.