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 Iraq and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Faraquet to the grime 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
10cc,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
The Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.