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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Roxy Music to the electroclash 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
The J.B.'s,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
Nico,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
Radio Birdman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.