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 Laos 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Mark Hollis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
The Last Poets,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.