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 Zambia and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Television to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kevin Saunderson,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hoover,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.