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 Greece and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Human League 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fall,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
The Slits,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.