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 Liberia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bob Dylan to the funk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
Visage,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lindisfarne,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
MC5,
The Smoke,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
Make Up,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.