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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Steve Hackett to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Holt,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
Magma,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
Lalann,
Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
Nico,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doors,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.