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 Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Aural Exciters to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.