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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Aural Exciters 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
Index,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.