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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Searchers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pierre Henry,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.