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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
Skarface,
The Leaves,
Brick,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
June Days,
The Fall,
Television,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.