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 Armenia and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Pantytec to the crunk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.