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 Cape Verde and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Offenders to the funk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
Joey Negro,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.