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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.