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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bob Dylan 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
The Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Slave,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
X-102,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.