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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Pantytec to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erykah Badu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
Roxy Music,
The Count Five,
Black Flag,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.