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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Maleditus Sound to the grime 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.