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 Korea South and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
Wire,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
The Sound,
the Slits,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.