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 Iran and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Simply Red to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
Q65,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
The Evens,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.