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 Palau and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Groovy Waters to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
Visage,
The Fall,
Magazine,
Nils Olav,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster,
Wire,
10cc,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
Leonard Cohen,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.