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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Flag to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
UT,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.