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 Germany and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zapp to the disco 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.