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 Turkey and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Litter to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
Pagans,
The Remains,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.