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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Infiniti,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.