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 Liechtenstein 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
The Names,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
Yaz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
Nas,
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.