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 Guatemala and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Anakelly to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Magazine,
The American Breed,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
Skaos,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Scion,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.