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 the UAE 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 American Breed to the dance 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.