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 Turkey and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 The Beau Brummels to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.