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 Vietnam and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
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 organ 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 Duran Duran to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
The Litter,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
The New Christs,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
Nas,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.