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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Peter & Gordon to the rock 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
PIL,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
MDC,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.