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 Japan and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Sonics to the rock 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
the Human League,
Erasure,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.