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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Rites of Spring to the grime 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Q65,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
The Busters,
DJ Style,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
UT,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Cameo,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.