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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magma,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.