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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
Section 25,
Darondo,
This Heat,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.