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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Magazine,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
Shoche,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.