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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
Silicon Teens,
Porter Ricks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Can,
Pylon,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.