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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABBA,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.