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 Mexico and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Oblivians to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Offenders,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slave,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
ABC,
The Move,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.