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 United States and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Brick,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
New Order,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.