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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gong to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
Fear,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
Yazoo,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark 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.