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 Panama and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Warren Ellis to the punk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Faust 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.