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 Hungary and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Robert Wyatt to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
Freddie Wadling,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.