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 United States and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
Technova,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.