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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Infiniti to the rock 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
Dave Gahan,
Babytalk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
the Normal,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.