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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 CMW to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
ABC,
Wally Richardson,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
Lakeside,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.