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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Eurythmics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
PIL,
Pole,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.