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 Haiti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Josef K 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
Sandy B,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
EPMD,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.