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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Niagra to the funk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
Yaz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond,
T. Rex,
Niagra,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.