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 Chile 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Judy Mowatt to the rap 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Vogues,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
Monks,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
Franke,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.