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 Guyana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Patti Smith to the grime 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
Can,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
Accadde A,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.