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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Soft Cell to the disco 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Fall,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agent Orange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
JFA,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.