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 Botswana and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Icehouse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
Panda Bear,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Ronan,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.