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 Laos and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Oneida,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Steve Hackett,
China Crisis,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
Gong,
KRS-One,
The Saints,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.