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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Roxy Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
Japan,
Qualms,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.