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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Iggy Pop to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.