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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
The Misunderstood,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.