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 Italy and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Grey Daturas to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.