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 Sweden and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Duran Duran to the crunk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Dawn Penn,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Q65,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Harmonia,
MC5,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
Skaos,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Model 500,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.