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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Skatalites to the grunge 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
Pylon,
Rekid,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.