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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
Bob Dylan,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.