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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Heaven 17 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
The Monks,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.