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 South Africa and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Hashim to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sugar Minott,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.