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 Norway and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Enemy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Camouflage,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
Swans,
Brick,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
Magma,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Little Man,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.