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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Visage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
the Bar-Kays,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
the Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.