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 Israel and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dawn Penn to the disco 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
World's Most,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marine Girls,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
June of 44,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.