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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alphaville to the rock 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
The Martian,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
The Motions,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Desert Stars,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tom Boy,
The Slits,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
Visage,
Subhumans,
Nico,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.