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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax 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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 J.B.'s to the electroclash 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
the Association,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
New Order,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.