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 Gambia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Whodini to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
Flipper,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Hoover,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wasted Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.