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 Libya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 The Techniques to the punk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Second Layer,
ABC,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
Excepter,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed,
the Human League,
cv313,
PIL,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.