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 Iraq and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Kinks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
Lou Christie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gabor Szabo,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Black Moon,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.