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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Lyres to the disco 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Monks,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
Pylon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.