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 Vanuatu and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lyres to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
Man Parrish,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
Erasure,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
David Bowie,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.