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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
Yaz,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.