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 Austria and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sparks to the crunk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.