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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 The Cramps to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
China Crisis,
Q65,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.