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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Divine Comedy to the disco 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
ABBA,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
Minor Threat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.