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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
New Order,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
ABC,
the Germs,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Suicide,
In Retrospect,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
Skarface,
Magma,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.