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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
Brick,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
Inner City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.