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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Robert Görl to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Glenn Branca,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
The Saints,
PIL,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
the Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.