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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
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 Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Dual Sessions to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Camouflage,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
ABC,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
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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.