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 Grenada and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Happenings to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Raincoats,
Duran Duran,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
F. McDonald,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
The Evens,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
Skriet,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.