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 Indonesia and from Lille.
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 Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
John Holt,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.