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 Belgium and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
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 sitar 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 Altered Images to the techno 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Essential Logic,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
Scion,
Yellowson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Anakelly,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
David Bowie,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
Organ,
Moebius,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.