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 Guyana and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Mandrill to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
Nas,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.