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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed,
Josef K,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.