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 Kenya and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dave Gahan to the rock 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
This Heat,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
Rites of Spring,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.