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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Gichy Dan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
Moebius,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry's Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
The New Christs,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.