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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Joe Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
The Selecter,
Scion,
The Dirtbombs,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
The Cramps,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.