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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
June of 44,
Rekid,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
The New Christs,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
ABC,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
The Neon Judgement,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
Organ,
Soft Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.