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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 The Sound to the dance 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
Arcadia,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
Crime,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Johnny Clarke,
Thee Headcoats,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
New Order,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.