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 Oman and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Cure to the crunk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
The Cure,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
Yaz,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.