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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chrome to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalann,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.