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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Howard Jones to the crunk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
Brick,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.