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 Jamaica 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Laurel Aitken to the techno 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Lynne,
cv313,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.