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 Fiji and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
The Kinks,
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
the Human League,
Deakin,
The Move,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantytec,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.