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 Albania and from London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 New Age Steppers to the rock 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
the Association,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
the Normal,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.