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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sex Pistols to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
The Sound,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
The Wake,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
Japan,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.