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 Angola and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bob Dylan to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.