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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
The Doors,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pretty Things,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.