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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 American Breed to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
Sparks,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Sneak,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
Pole,
Average White Band,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.