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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-Ray Spex 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
Moss Icon,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.