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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
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 theremin 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 James White and The Blacks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.