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 Germany and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 The Buckinghams to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
Q65,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
Neu!,
Ludus,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.