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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magazine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Associates,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Liliput,
The Names,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.