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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the punk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
the Human League,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
Television,
Lakeside,
kango's stein massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.