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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Niagra to the electroclash 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
PIL,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.