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 Somalia and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mr. Review to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
the Germs,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
Monks,
The Fall,
Pylon,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Niagra,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.