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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
ABC,
Loose Ends,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.