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 Uruguay and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Visage,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
The United States of America,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
Television,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
ABBA,
the Human League,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.