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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Inner City,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
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The Smoke,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.