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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
cv313,
Mars,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
Erykah Badu,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.