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 San Marino and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
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 synthesizer 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 The Count Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
Qualms,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
The Victims,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
Colin Newman,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.