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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Durutti Column to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
New York Dolls,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.