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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
Ludus,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Motorama,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bronski Beat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
Nico,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.