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 Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Y Pants to the punk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
Bobby Sherman,
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques,
the Association,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.