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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Happenings to the grunge 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Seeds,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New York Dolls,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
Shoche,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O.,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.