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 Morocco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
Television,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
F. McDonald,
Sällskapet,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.