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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Letta Mbulu to the grunge 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
Echospace,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
AZ,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.