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 Rwanda and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Detroit Cobras to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage,
Derrick May,
Monks,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
Index,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.