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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Grauzone to the dance 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
Make Up,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.