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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
Sight & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
CMW,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.