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 Nauru and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.