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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
the Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
Gong,
Harmonia,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.