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 Armenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Joy Division to the techno 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
Mad Mike,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
Interpol,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.