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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Christie to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
B.T. Express,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gladiators,
Sparks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.