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 Nauru and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
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 mellotron 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
Monks,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Massinfluence,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.