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 Belarus and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
Los Fastidios,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Smog,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
B.T. Express,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.