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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Neon Judgement to the rap 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
Nico,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
JFA,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
Whodini,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.