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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Buzzcocks to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
Popol Vuh,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.