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 Finland and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Blake Baxter to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
The Sound,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.