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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gregory Isaacs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
Gong,
The Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
Jeff Lynne,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
Nico,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.