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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.