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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Barrington Levy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
Zapp,
Jacob Miller,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
UT,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
Gong,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.