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 Germany and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
Gichy Dan,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.