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 Malta and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Khruangbin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Visage,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
10cc,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
AZ,
the Slits,
Flipper,
Skaos,
Can,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.