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 Uzbekistan and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
X-102,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
Aswad,
The Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
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.