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 Qatar and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
The Selecter,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tom Boy,
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.