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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Siglo XX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.