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 Angola and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Lakeside to the punk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
Aaron Thompson,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minutemen,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.