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 Syria and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
New Order,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
The Toasters,
The Blackbyrds,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
Talk Talk,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.