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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Hardrive to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
Josef K,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
Eurythmics,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
Index,
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.