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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 of 44 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Black Sheep,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
The Sonics,
Ronan,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
KRS-One,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.