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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
PIL,
Scrapy,
The Zeros,
Matthew Halsall,
Grey Daturas,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ituana,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
The Star Department,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.