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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalann to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
Lucky Dragons,
The Saints,
Crime,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
Can,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.