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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Isaac Hayes 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.