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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Albert Ayler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
Siglo XX,
UT,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.