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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Starr to the dance 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yaz,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
cv313,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.