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 Swaziland and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 United States of America to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
The Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.