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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
CMW,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.