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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blues Magoos to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Wings,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
Yaz,
Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
The Victims,
Scan 7,
Brick,
Urselle,
Eric Dolphy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.