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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dark Day to the jazz 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
The Martian,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
Angry Samoans,
Q65,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.