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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Doors to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
The Evens,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
Chrome,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
Wings,
Zapp,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.