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 Laos and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buzzcocks to the grime 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sex Pistols,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.