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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siglo XX,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Steve Hackett,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.