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 Eritrea and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bush Tetras to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
OOIOO,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.