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 Albania and from Delhi.
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 London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
Kenny Larkin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drexciya,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.