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 Ghana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the rock 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
Buzzcocks,
Barry Ungar,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.