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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.