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 Greece and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Stetsasonic to the techno 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.