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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultravox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
Yellowson,
The Vogues,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.