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 Norway and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Evens to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
UT,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
Symarip,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.