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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
Motorama,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
Wings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.