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 China and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Searchers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.