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 Italy and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Steve Hackett to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalann,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
Anakelly,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pere Ubu,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.