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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Dark Day to the electroclash 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
Audionom,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.