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 Egypt and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Sixth Finger to the techno 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
UT,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
Judy Mowatt,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.