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 Laos and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fluxion,
Magma,
Lower 48,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
The Doors,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
The Vogues,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.