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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Depeche Mode to the rock 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.