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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Groovy Waters to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
The Beau Brummels,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
K-Klass,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index,
Erasure,
PIL,
Nico,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.