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 Peru and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Panda Bear 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Gories,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Ponytail,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.