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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
DNA,
Hoover,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.