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 Angola and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
MC5,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.