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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Iggy Pop to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
Visage,
Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.