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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Connie Case to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
Blake Baxter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.