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 Korea North and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Reed & John Cale to the rap 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
World's Most,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
Fear,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Raincoats,
Zapp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.