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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
Chrome,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The J.B.'s,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sonics,
MC5,
The Associates,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.