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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
B.T. Express,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joyce Sims,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Zeros,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
Echospace,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
Q65,
Bronski Beat,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.