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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
Cameo,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.