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 East Timor and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 a-ha to the techno 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Germs,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
Monks,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
Chrome,
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Byrd,
Ohio Players,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
Infiniti,
cv313,
Pole,
Sandy B,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
David Bowie,
June Days,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.