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 Niger and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Mummies to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
Nas,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.