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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Los Fastidios to the rap 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
Anakelly,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Smooth,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
Japan,
Cluster,
Deakin,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.