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 Paraguay and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Janne Schatter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Can,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.