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 Nicaragua 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rap 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
Index,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.