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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 The Modern Lovers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
Gabor Szabo,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
Al Stewart,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
Skriet,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.