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 Cuba and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Standells,
One Last Wish,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
Monks,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
The Stooges,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
Nico,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.