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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 June Days to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
Liliput,
Skaos,
the Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
Interpol,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.