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 France and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.