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 Malta and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oneida to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
Al Stewart,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.