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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Crash Course in Science to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.