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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dave Gahan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B,
Make Up,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.