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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Star Department to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
Q65,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
Can,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.