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 Tonga and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Visage to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.