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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lungfish to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.