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 Guinea and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vogues to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
Gabor Szabo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
Oblivians,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
Aswad,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
Nas,
Minny Pops,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.