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 Ireland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Stooges to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
Quantec,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Slick Rick,
Eve St. Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.