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 Morocco and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
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 sitar 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 Todd Terry to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
Brick,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.