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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 New York Dolls to the grime 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.