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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Monochrome Set to the jazz 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
Cybotron,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.