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 Zambia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 John Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
the Normal,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
JFA,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.