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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Mark Hollis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
CMW,
Lower 48,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
Slave,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faraquet,
Ituana,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.