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 Gambia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mantronix to the rock 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.