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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the punk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
MC5,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
Technova,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
Swans,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.