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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
Lyres,
Bill Wells,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
Japan,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.