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 Belize and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q65 to the electroclash 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yaz,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.