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 Russia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
Das Ding,
Sarah Menescal,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
KRS-One,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.