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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
The Gladiators,
Pylon,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.