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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 JFA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
Erasure,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.