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 Belgium and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Star Department to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Searchers,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
Neu!,
ABBA,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.