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 Denmark and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 The Birthday Party to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
The Busters,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.