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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
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 sitar 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 Arab on Radar to the funk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
Wings,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.