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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
Nico,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
Aswad,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Bananas,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.