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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oblivians to the electroclash 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
Interpol,
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Moebius,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
David McCallum,
Chrome,
Wings,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.