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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Jerry's Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Kas Product,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Moebius,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.