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 Estonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
Skriet,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
The Fall,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.