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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 the Normal to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.