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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Wire to the crunk 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
Technova,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Pantytec,
ABC,
Infiniti,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.