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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T. Rex to the punk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Q65,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
John Holt,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne,
PIL,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
Hot Snakes,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.