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 Ghana 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
The Real Kids,
The Smoke,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.