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 Iran and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
Mars,
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smiths,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.