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 Sierra Leone and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bad Manners to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Yaz,
Mark Hollis,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.