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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erasure to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
World's Most,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.