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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suicide to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
Mars,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
The Associates,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Cymande,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
Ohio Players,
Loose Ends,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.