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 Oman and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
JFA,
June Days,
the Normal,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
Minutemen,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.